Ooh, this was very fun to write. Plus, Friday the 13th bitches! I started writing this this morning, so yeah. Funny coincidence...

Eve and The Authoress come back with a woman with curly blonde hair and a tight red dress.

"Hey everyone!" The Authoress announces. He lips curl up in a cruel way. "This is Glory!"

"Hello!" The woman grins sinisterly.

"Now, I'm sending you all back as a group..." The Authoress says. "You can split up as you like, but at least go back,"

A door appears in front of her.

"So, ready?" I ask the rest. They all either shrug or nod, so I walk forward and open the door.

"Whoa," Andrew says as we enter the next room. It's a luxurious mansion, filled with red and gold.

"This is totally my place," Glory grins behind us. "Come on guys, let's party! Drinks are on me!" She laughs her way over to a kitchen bar and pulls out a few bottles.

I hear Spike scream in pain, and I turn to him. He's on the ground, grabbing his face, screaming in agony.

"Oh, yeah, did I mention I'm like, totally evil, right?" Glory laughs.

"No!" Andrew and Jonathan yell simultaneously.

"I'm going to kick your skanky, lopsided ass!" Spike says, standing up. Glory looks at her butt, and then looks back at him in shock. "Back to whatever place would take back your cheap, whorish, fashion-victim ex-demon like you!"

"Excuse me!" Glory says, stalking up to him in her high heels. "You are in my home! You treat me with respect!"

"A skank like you doesn't deserve respect!" Spike yells.

Glory punches him in the face, sending him flying.

"Did I mention I'm a goddess as well?" Glory smirks. "Now get out,"

"Fine, fine," Spike sighs, walking towards a door. Dru follows him silently. Beyond it looks to be some sort of basement, but I can't tell. He walks down the steps until I can't see him.

I look at Jonathan and Andrew, and I can tell they're curious what's down there.

"Umm, you guys might walk to see this!" Spike shouts.

All of use except for glory go down the stairs. I was right, it's a basement. Scattered around the basement is assorted nerdy stuff. Jonathan and Andrew seem to have memories of the stuff, because they're walking around and touching everything carefully.

A boy floats in the center of the room, peacefully asleep.

Andrew reaches out to touch him, his blue eyes wide. the boy falls to the ground and coughs.

"Warren!" Andrew squeals, helping the boy up.

"Hello, Andrew," The boy says calmly.

"I found you!" Andrew says, hugging Warren tightly. Warren awkwardly pats his back.

"Yes, yes you did," Warren says, lightly pushing Andrew off of him.

"Hey," Jonathan says, punching Warren's shoulder lightly.

"Hey," Warren smiles weakly. "So, um, who is everyone else?"

"Uh, well, you have to touch them to regain basic memories. Plus, you have to be in the room with them to gain other memories," Andrew explains.

"So, what you're saying, is everyone has to fondle me?" Warren asks, raising a large eyebrow.

"Not exactly, no," The Authoresses voice says. She pushes through the crowd, walking up to Warren. Now, she's wearing black skinny jeans and an oversized grey and purple sweater. She grins sadistically.

"Um, is anyone else creeped out by her smile," Warren says, awkwardly patting her head, probably to find memories.

The Authoress punches him in the face, sending him falling back.

"What was that for?!" Warren asks, scrambling back and up to his feet.

"Oh, Warren, Warren, Warren, how I've been waiting to do that," The Authoress smirks, slowly walking up to him. Warren presses against the wall, trying to escape the creepier than normal Authoress, but she stands only centimeters away. "You know, if I could kill you, I'd make it so long and drawn out, you'd be begging me for death. Provided I let you speak, of course," She places her fingers under his chin and lifts his head up, examining him like a piece of meat.

"Stop it!" Andrew yells.

The Authoress turns from Warren to face him.

"What did he ever do to you? You're the first person you actually seem to hate!" Andrew cries out.

"You'll see," The Authoress says, pushing back through the crowd and leaving.

"What the hell was that about?" I ask once she's gone.

"I have no clue," Tara says.

"Maybe one of us can figure out why," Eve says, walking up and touching his face. "Well, it seems like we've never met, so I'm out,"

"Maybe I know," Glory says in the doorway. She stalks through the crowd to grab Warren's hand. "Nope. Nothing. But you do seem kind of hateable, so I don't know,"

"Wait, I forgot something," The Authoress says, suddenly appearing in the center of the room. "Everyone move back,"

We all move back and press against the wall, with Andrew, Warren, and Jonathan on the opposite side of us.

The Authoress waves a hand, and a translucent figure of a girl in a maid outfit appears. SHe looks around, distressed, as ghostly figures of Warren, Andrew, and Jonathan, appear. The ghostly girl sees them and runs, and the boys chase after her. Warren's ghost grabs the ghost of a wine bottle, and as the girl's nearly at the top of the stairs, Warren's ghostly double hits her over the head. The girl falls and disappears. The boys disappear too.

"Oh, and that's just the start," The Authoress says.

"Then why don't you hate Andrew or Jonathan?" I ask. "They were involved too!"

"But look at them," She says, gesturing over to them. Andrew and Jonathan are freaking out, mumbling and shuddering, but Warren's face is completely blank, if not slightly smug.

"Warren, I think we'll be the best of friends," Glory grins.

"Maybe, maybe she was trying to hurt us," Andrew sinks to the floor and hugs his knees to his chest. "Maybe Warren was protecting us or something,"

"Andrew, we both know that's not true," Jonathan says, also sinking to the ground. "We're killers,"

"Shut up," Warren says coldly, slightly smirking.

"Come on, Warren, let's go do evil things!" Glory says, grabbing his hand. She leads him out of the room, accidentally bumping him into Tara. Tara gasps falls to the ground screaming.

"What the bananas?!" Andrew says, running over to help her up.

"I think Warren did something, like, really bad to me," Tara says, grabbing his hand as he offers it. On her way up, she bumps into Glory, and she falls and screams again.

"Glory too, huh," Oz says, snarling.

"Hey. Evil," Glory says, raising her hands. "Can't blame me for whatever I did. Well, okay, you can, but still. Bye!" She runs with Warren out of the room.

"Sorry, Tara, I really am," The Authoress says, disappearing in a glow of light.

"Wait, why does she sometimes leave out of view and sometimes disappears like that?" Oz asks, stroking his chin.

"I have no clue," I mutter, staring at the basement door.